The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-02-18

might be classed among the GteraH, don't You
think SO? The article l wrote on Bees" was
copied mall the papers, l mean In this vlcini-
ty; and, If you can secure that manuscript,
on which | particular pride myself, by going,
| shall feel repaid. l cannot get over, though,
the ~strangeneSs Of receiving stamps from an
entire stranger in Wisconsin, He begged Inc
to believe that it was all right, that, indeed,
be was indebted to ne for that amount |
can't understand it at ALL
"Yes,'' assentcd Mrs. Lathrop, lit does
seem strange"
'Ho" fortunate it Is that l selected a gray
hat tn, SJring, " pursued Ida, "tt just match
es this brocade. | do hope, though, to change
the subject, that that editor has not lost my
manuscript. Editors, l have heard, are very
autocratiC, and look you straight out Of coun-
~tCnance If you dare question them. But I
shall insist upon having my manuscript"
Mrs. L.athrop laughed a little.
"Don't be too sure, Ida, you must remCm-
Der that your manuscript is only one among
dozens Of the same kind"
''Not the same kind, mother, but my manu-
script may not be in fashion"
Fashion ~ exclaimed Mrs. LathrOp.
eyes. fashion; and tn $ is no heresy; it is
well understood a~mong-amOug the HterIt.'
Il think | should like to occupy the position
Of editor, v she presently announced, II should
make a point of being very exact as regards
contributors. l should remember that ! had
once been a contributor myself"
well, child" sighed Mrs. Lathrop, "If |
can only see YOU happy I shall be content"
Mss Ida Letitia Lathrop smiled Conideut-
Iy; then she laughed outright.
"Why, mother, we are bound to be happy,
you and |; your sacrifices shall not be all in
vain, l promise YOU that. Wait till | sell the
manuscript; some day we shall get out of
this place, | hope. I always feel ashamed to
direct letters from Whiteside Junction, especi-
ally manuscript l send to editors; l don't Won
der that as a rule my articles are returned
Surprising now | mailed from Philadelphia,
or Chicago, or better still, Boston, it might be
that | should be regarded with greater con
sideratiOn. But Whiteside Junction it does
sound ridiculous Do you suppose George
Eliot could have been George Eliot, if her
manuscript had been superscribeI from White
side junction, lndiaua3'
"WelI, my child, try to be content with
your lots
Mother, dear, don't please say such dis
couraging things. If l were content, |
should never accomplish anything. 1t is the
divine discomfort by which we are fully
developed. lam afraid I shall never be con
tent; l have not the temperament. l have a
terribly graspiDg disposition; but most Of all,
mother, | have an intense longing for change,
l cannot endure Whiteside Junction; except
that we have lived here so very long"
True, Ida, there are many reasons for our
attachment to Whiteside Junction"
Yes, | know she assented very quietly.
SIS that Mrs. Deacon Smith coming dOwn
the rOad@' asked Mrs Lathrop. Il think !
will step out and see about the sweet corn;
she partly promised to dry some for US"
Ida laughed lightly. "NNhat a mania we
have here in Indiana, for looking ahead,
mother; we seem always to be hobnobbing
with coming events, we get the start of every
thing"
"Are we peculiar in this respectr returned
Mrs. Lathrop. II think not"
1t was four o'clock of an August day in the
editorial sanctum Of the Crescent. The editor,
Mrs. Henrietta Johnson, sat in an attitude of
unusual listlessness. She had had a perplex-
ing day of it. The chirography Of contributors
had been none of the best; for some reason
their articles lacked point. scumen; they had
not been worked out in accordance with the
demands of the times. The coming issue of
the Crescent, she feared, would not prove a
success.
A gentle ring at the Office door reused her.
"A young lady prettiily dressed in gray, ac-
companied by a middle aged lady, entered.
The young lady taking precedence, inquired If
she could see the editor.
Certainly" replied Mrs. Henrietta John
son. II am the editor"
"Oh, I I'm so glad. 1 am Ida Letitia La
throp of Whiteside Junction; but, Of course. |
you may NJ. remember my name, and yet 1
have written to you so ofteu."
'Haye youl No, 1 am afraid l do not re-
member
at was about ar article I sent you entitled |
Misunderstanding you thought it was not
up to the standard of your paper, / presume, |
and l wrote to have 1t returned - explained
the young lady. II needed it very much. /
could have disposed oft, If you had obliged ne
by returning 1t. l wrote five ~letters.n
"Five letters 7" exclaimed Mrs. Henrietta
johnson, Five l~ettersln A bright color
mounting to cheek and brow in realization of
the whole subject "Did you say five lettersg,
she demanded with increasing severity.
II am almost sure there were five" answer
ed. Ida, fearing she had committed an I'M
pardonable 'Iunder. Yes, l knew there were
five" she repeated. determining not to yield
her point.
Your NAV, Miss Ida" interposed Mrs.
Biggs, ''told Deacon Smiths wife that YOU
had wrote five letters to some magazine, or
newspaper, / disremember which; bur | know
she said ive.,'
Ida blushed slightly. This lady," she